“Mom… Dad?” Sixteen years old Grace called as she walked into their house. “You are back,” April said coming out of her room.

“Is mom and dad?” She asked. “No, but mom said you should come and get the twins,” she informed.

“Why do I always have to pick them?” She frowned. “Because they like you and I have to prepare dinner,” she replied.

“Prepare something delicious,” Grace said before rushing out of the house. She walled to her parents hospital, it was just thirty minutes walk.

She hummed a song as she walked toward the elevator. She met a man in the elevator, she greeted him. “Good afternoon sit,”...